It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 465: Miss Silver Dragon’s Nurse Team (like the black and white silent film leader plus update 76)
Chapter 465: Miss Silver Dragon’s Nurse Team (like the black and white silent film leader plus update 76)
Serira asked for the cowpox vaccine just as a joke. Seeing the black lines on Grete's face, she smiled and waved behind her:
"Come on, it's your turn!"
"Okay, Miss Serira!"
The responses sounded unevenly. Soon, about 20 men and women lined up neatly and stood in front of Gretel.
"I have already made an agreement with the nurses! Grete, give them the... what... smallpox vaccine!"
Cerira was proud of herself. Gretel glanced at it and immediately raised his forehead.
Ah...this team of nurses...no matter how many times I see it, I still find it a bit irritating...
At the head of the queue is a little girl of eleven or twelve years old. She has smooth blond hair, blue eyes, and rosy cheeks with some baby fat. She is wearing a white nurse's uniform in a small size. She is delicate, timid, and lovable.
When she saw Grete, the little girl's eyes lit up. She held up the hem of her nurse's uniform meaningfully, straightened herself up, and curtsied:
"Mr. Nordmark, here I come!"
"It's Jenny, you're here too." Gretel nodded to her. He raised his eyes and looked back. Behind Jenny, there were two, three, four, five...
In short, there is a row of women, ranging from their 20s to their 40s. They are strong, with two broad palms that are rough and chapped. It can be seen that they are used to doing rough work. They wear standard nurse uniforms, and the visual effect is only
Say it's okay.
Behind the women, there is a row of barbarians in nurse uniforms...
Cerela, why did you get the barbarians? No, even if you got a group of barbarians, why did you let them be nurses?
Although nurses also need strength, such as pushing patients, such as setting up a bed and so on, there is no shortage of people to do rough work in the hospital! They have to move water, lift things, and mop the floor. Don't skeleton soldiers look good?
It also has its own appearance, which can be changed regularly, and the appearance is above average... Even if you let barbarians be nurses, don't let them wear nurse uniforms!
If it doesn't work, why don't you ask me in advance? It's not like male nurses don't have standard attire, so don't just copy the female ones!
Even so, Gretel has no intention of changing into a nurse's uniform. If Cerela doesn't mention it, he won't mention it:
I can't be blind alone!
Serira created a team of nurses, not entirely for fun. On the one hand, she was entrusted by Gretel, and on the other hand, she was a little bored in Nevis during this period.
Grete is too busy. There are journals to read, papers to write, new spells to learn, bosses to visit, and apprentices' homework to be checked...
Writing project reports, applying for research funds, one after another, he has to worry about everything.
Being so busy, I naturally had less time to accompany Miss Yinlong. After a month, Serila was wandering around with nothing to do, and she was extremely bored:
You don’t need to learn third-level magic. You can’t go to other people’s mage towers. There’s no point in reading journals.
Ta Ling won't chat with her even if she touches SS!
According to what the necromancer said, if we continue chatting, she will break up if we touch SS...
And the black cat, after being petted by her once, saw her from a distance and immediately ran away without a trace.
So boring!
Super boring!
So boring!
If there weren't a microscope to play with, infrared rays, ultraviolet rays to play with, and a lot of kelp, seaweed, beef, and corn to boil, add acid and alkali...
Seeing that Cerela was about to explode out of boredom, or had to choose between flying home or finding a place to sleep, Gretel had no choice but to use a trump card:
"Serila, otherwise...can you help me train a group of nurses?"
"What is a nurse?"
"Nurses... are people who know some medical knowledge, assist in treatment, and help doctors take care of patients... They don't necessarily have to know healing techniques, nor do they have to be spell casters, but they are very important assistants to doctors..."
"Then I can't be a healer?"
Miss Yinlong was immediately unconvinced. Is it enough to know "some" medical knowledge? You don't need to be a spell caster? Why are the requirements for me so low? Are you afraid that I can't do it well?
"Of course you can." Gretel quickly smiled and reassured her:
"Your spellcasting level is much higher than mine, so it's no problem to be a healer. But Cerela, the number of trained healers is very small, and it's impossible to use them..."
He looked at Miss Yinlong and the clouds suddenly turned sunny, and he couldn't help but smile:
"If some people with simple training can be added, the therapist's energy can be greatly saved and many more people can be helped. Moreover, injured and sick people will feel much better."
"But……"
Miss Yinlong rolled her eyes, but she still felt something was wrong.
In any case, if she can't become a spell caster, she will be lower than a spell caster. If she is asked to lead these people, her status seems to be lowered?
"Of course, there is a special reason for asking you to do this." Grete quickly struck while the iron was hot before she could think clearly:
"It's normal in this world for spellcasters to look down on ordinary people. But if it's Serrela, she won't look down on them, right?"
"Hehe... Of course!" Miss Silver Dragon narrowed her eyes with a smile. Although in Grete's opinion, this smile is basically equivalent to:
I won’t look down on them in particular, because in my eyes, spell casters and ordinary people are all the same...
Cerira plunged into the work of establishing a nursing team. In order to help her, who had no connections, get started as soon as possible, Grete donated his villa and the servants in the villa.
To be honest, he hasn't lived in this villa for more than a few days since he got it. Instead of letting the servants idle around and clean it meaninglessly day after day, it would be better to free some of them to do some serious work.
Little Jenny was selected in this way. She had been reading books in Gretel's house for a year, and she could basically read common words. Gretel had originally intended to send her to learn magic.
However, after Miss Yinlong's appraisal, the little girl seemed to have no talent for casting spells.
Gretel is actually quite confused about Miss Silver Dragon's appraisal. Mainly, he doubts her standards. You don't use the dragon clan as a benchmark, right?
However, after the little girl cried all night, with red and swollen eyes, she volunteered to be a nurse. Grete thought about it for a while, and there was no reason to stop her:
There are very few people who are literate, but with a little girl like this here, she can share half of the management work for Cerela. If Miss Yinlong likes it, if she slips anything between her fingers, her future will be much easier.
Next, Jenny's mother recommended several washerwomen she knew, all of whom were honest and willing to work and had helped her before. The cook in the house recommended two relatives, and the maid at Aurora's house also recommended two acquaintances.
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It was said that the number of people was almost enough, but Cerira counted the number of wards and clinics, and found that there were too few people and too little strength, so she exchanged some words with Bernard and brought in a few more barbarians...
Fine……
Madam, just be happy...
Anyway, you recruit people and you are responsible for training them. If the female nurses fail the assessment, they will be directly demoted to wash sheets. If the male nurses fail the assessment, they will all be sent to work as security guards, raise rabbits, sheep, pigs...
Gretel arranged a row of injection needles and injected them one by one. Every time he injected someone, he must first ask:
"What's wrong with you recently?"
"Have you had any illness recently? Pneumonia? Liver discomfort? Dizziness and headache?"
"Are you pregnant?"
"The injection we give you in your arm can protect you, but there is also a small chance of you contracting a serious disease. Of course, we will definitely treat you, but we still need to confirm, are you willing to be vaccinated? If you are not willing, that's okay.
It doesn’t matter, everything is based on your own free will..."
Grete asked while Carlos, who was sitting on his right, started recording desperately. After recording, he pushed the form out and smiled at the other person:
"If everything is confirmed, you can make a fingerprint right here, dip it in the ink pad box first, and then make a fingerprint. Okay, thank you..."
Why do you want to keep these records? You have hired all these washerwomen. What do you want them to do? They are only obedient!
Grete noticed his gaze and just smiled softly. It was still too early now. If this young man was willing to take the medical route, some principles and constraints of medical ethics would be slowly taught to him. He just finished asking the peasant women and started to continue.
Ask the Barbarian:
"Have you been feeling unwell lately?"
"No! We are very strong!"
The male nurse at the front of the queue slapped his chest. The sound was so loud that Grete almost got squirted on the spot.
Okay, I know you are strong, I know you are strong...but you still have to ask! Give me the answer!
One asked, the other took note, and Annevia next to her was responsible for the injection. After the nurses had finished processing everything, Grete stretched, pulled Cerira, and walked to the research room at the back. Well, vaccine research and development and so on.
Walking around a corridor, I suddenly heard several washerwomen chatting quietly not far ahead:
"This thing... can really make us suffer from smallpox?"
"Who knows? If the master asks you to do it, how dare you not do it?"
"Didn't you say it was voluntary?"
"Tsk! Of course it's voluntary. The master hired us voluntarily too!"
Cerira raised her eyebrows and was about to rush out to ask. Grete quickly pulled her back. Cerira stopped and turned her head. She saw that there was no anger on Grete's face, but a serious one, and she listened quietly:
"You said... if you put things from cows on us, will it make us grow cowhide?"
"It's nothing to do with cowhide. Anyway, the hole in my house is dead. If you grow cowhide, you won't be afraid of being beaten. Just don't grow horns..."
"If you have a cow...that, you will die of joy!"
"Damn old lady, I'm going to kill you!"
The topic took a turn for the worse. Grete shook his head and could only sigh at the senior nurse. When the head nurse drove up, he could run his car over the young doctor's face. He dragged Cerira away quietly and returned to the study before letting out a long sigh:
“There’s still a long way to go!”
He opened his notebook and started writing. Cerela turned his head and saw what he recorded:
“The public is relatively repelled by cowpox... they are worried about cow parts growing on their bodies... When publicizing, you can consider not mentioning the source of the vaccine..."
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3000 words!
Another update completed!
There are... 17 left... (I feel like I'm about to be drained)